Chapter 135

Marsen didn’t move, didn’t blink — just sat slouched against the jagged wall, those blood-red eyes locking onto Dante with something between hatred and defiance.

His skin looked wrong, stretched too tight over bone, veins dark as ink crawling up his neck.

The cave’s air thickened, pressing in on them. Even the torches seemed to dim, their light bending away from him.

Dante stepped forward, his cl